The scene before him was beyond Gu Zhao's expectation. Lang Ting was an infatuated person who could die to protect Yuan Zhimei. How could he kill Yuan Zhimei? Gu Zhao even wondered if Lang Ting had been poisoned by something.

Being controlled.

Min Ding was almost crazy. He kept taking various medicines from his body and giving them to Yuan Zhimei in an attempt to save her life.

Among them were some very precious life-saving medicines, and he did not hesitate.

Yuan Zhimei's pale face recovered a little, but her eyes were still blurred. She stared at He Changying and refused to turn around, "Qin Xinglie, you came to me for revenge..."

She shrank back hard, forgetting even the wounds on her body, and screamed sharply, "Don't come over! There's nothing I can do!"

"It's not that I won't save you!"

"If I take you with me, King Chang won't believe that I have lost my memory!"

"When the time comes, we, mother and son, may die together..."

Yuan Zhimei made a big movement, and the blood from the wound on his chest started to flow faster.

Min Ding squatted next to Yuan Zhimei, about to cry, "Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei, do you feel pain? Can I help you apply medicine?" He obviously had an extremely violent temper, but at this time, he didn't dare

Say something loudly to Yuan Zhimei.

Yuan Zhimei's current appearance was clearly a reflection of her past. He just felt that if he raised his voice, he would extinguish her weak fire of life.

Min Ding turned around sharply and glared in the direction of Yuan Zhimei's gaze, "You all get out..."

When he saw He Changying's face clearly, the yelling and cursing behind him stopped abruptly.

Min Ding looked at He Changying in disbelief, and then looked back at Yuan Zhimei, who seemed to be in some kind of illusion, and understood why she had such a reaction - he had watched with his own eyes how Qin Xinglie grew up in the palace. He was six years old.

Qin Xinglie's face at that time was almost exactly the same as that of the fat girl in front of him.

It's just that Qin Xinglie at that time was as thin as a stray dog ​​and not as fat as this girl.

When Yuan Zhimei stared at He Changying just now, He Changying was already a little unhappy. Now that this strange old man Min Ding looked at her with the same strange and shocked look, He Changying finally couldn't help it anymore.

She grabbed the bright silver gun on her shoulder and stabbed it hard on the ground. "What are you looking at! It's rude!"

Min Ding glared at He Changying. If it were normal times, he would definitely take care of this little girl who didn't know the rules, but now, he didn't have time because Yuan Zhimei was about to die.

Die in front of him.

He swore that he would protect Yuan Zhimei for the rest of his life and prevent her from being harmed.

But he didn't do it.

"Lang Ting!" Min Ding wanted to use poison to torture Lang Ting to vent his anger, but he was worried that Lang Ting would hug Yuan Zhimei tightly and not let go. Moreover, he could also see that Lang Ting was about to die.

"You bastard! How dare you hurt Xiaomei! I'm going to kill your nine tribes!" Min Ding gritted his teeth and stared at Lang Ting, as if he wanted to chew him into pieces.

Lang Ting actually burst out laughing. After just laughing a few times, he was almost out of breath. "My nine tribes? Don't you know? They have all been killed by the Donghao people!"

"Then you go to Donghao people to settle accounts. Why did you attack Xiaomei! She's not good enough to you? She trusts you so much and treats you as her right-hand man..." Min Ding's eyes turned red.

"Oh, she is just using me." Lang Ting said weakly.

"However, I am willing to do so. Even if I have to die for her, I will not back down a step."

"but!"

"She shouldn't have broken her promise!"

"She shouldn't collude with the Donghao people!"

Lang Ting laughed again, but this time, the laughter was low and sad, "I was deceived by her. She has been lying to me for so many years."

"I have killed so many Donghao people, but I never thought that after leaving the battlefield, I would become an accomplice of the Donghao people... I don't have the shame to go underground to meet my clansmen, and I don't have the shame to meet Wang Tiexin, and those who died in battle.

Comrades..."

Blood gurgled down from the corners of his mouth, like spring water, stretching endlessly.

Lang Ting could no longer sit still. He used all his strength to pull out the dagger from Yuan Zhi's forehead and put it on his neck.

Yuan Zhimei groaned and fell down softly. Min Ding rushed to help her.

And Lang Ting had committed suicide without hesitation.

His body fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no breath anymore.

Gu Zhao felt a little emotional, but he didn't have much sympathy for Lang Ting.

Lang Ting can be said to be a helper of evil. He knew that Yuan Zhimei had done many bad things, but he was still willing to be driven by Yuan Zhimei. It was only when he found out that Yuan Zhimei had been colluding with the Donghao people and had been deceiving him that he felt that he could not face it.

Reality.

But he never thought that in fact, the things he did for Yuan Zhimei had already brought shame to the ancestral family?

The witch woman had already asked the He family nearby and whispered to Gu Zhao about the situation.

It turned out that when Min Ding and the imperial doctors explained the antidote to the poison just now, Lang Ting, who was supposed to have taken the poison, quietly approached Yuan Zhimei who was resting in the corner.

Yuan Zhimei noticed that Lang Ting tried his best to crawl over and thought that the other party loved her deeply and wanted to get close to her, comfort her and protect her, so she didn't take precautions at all.

The He family members who were standing by saw that she did not stop her and allowed Lang Ting to approach her.

Unexpectedly, Lang Ting suddenly got angry, hugged Yuan Zhimei, and inserted a dagger into her heart.

Yuan Zhimei was frightened and asked for help. Everyone rushed over, but it was already too late.

"There is no sincerity, and it's all driven by skill and beauty. It's not surprising that he ended up like this." Aunt Wu commented lightly.

Min Ding hugged Yuan Zhimei and heard her gossamer-like voice. What else was she saying?
Chapter completed!